Ashly sat there leaned over the cake, cramming it down her throat, licking her lips as she ate messily. The creamy icing was so amazing. It seemed so familiar though. She just couldn’t place it. She giggled, realizing she just wasn’t much for facts. All she knew was being arm candy for Michael. Suddenly her stomach grumbled, making strange noises as she continued swallowing down bite after bite. She gasped and reached down grabbing her hips tightly.
Michael walked back in the dining room and promptly dropped his plate to the floor. He stared open-mouthed at his girlfriend. She was writhing around, wiggling in the chair, her hands on her hips and cake dribbling from her mouth. She’d nearly managed to eat the whole thing herself.